WHEN Love disputes He carries his battles! Love he loots The rich of their chattels! By delicate cheeks On maiden's pillow Watches he all the night-time long; His prey he seeks Over the billow, Pastoral haunts he preys among. Gods are deathless, and they Cannot elude his whim; And oh! amid us whose life's a day Mad is the heart that broodeth him! And Love can splay Uprightest of virtue; Lead astray, Better to hurt you! 'Tis he did the wrong, 'Tis he beguiled Father and son to feud so dire. Desire's too strong! -- Out of the eyelid Peeped of a lovely bride, Desire! He with Law has a court, Sovran in might with her. Divine Aphrodite wreaks her sport; Who will be bold to fight with her? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVAMPING THE VIRGIN by KAREN SWENSON PROVINCIA DESERTA by EZRA POUND IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 124 by ALFRED TENNYSON A WOMAN'S APOLOGY by ALFRED AUSTIN BLESS, DEAR SAVIOUR, THIS CHILD by THOMAS BECK BRIDAL SERENADE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |